Thursday, August 26, 2010

Raspberries need nothing to make them taste better. They don't need whipped cream or tons of sugar. When popped into one's mouth, the burst of sweet and tart flavor delights the tongue and taste buds.

Raspberries, for me, are true simple pleasures.

All through my childhood, my father grew raspberries on bushes behind the garage in our backyard. He loved going out and picking them for us kids. Even when the juice stained his fingers and the vines pricked him, it didn't matter a bit to him. What mattered was giving a treat to his five daughters.

On rare occasion, my car drives by the house where we grew up. Usually, I prefer to take another route rather than dredge up all the old memories. My mom and dad have both gone to the other side of life and that house is too filled with memories of them. It makes me sad to see it.

By one day recently, I drove by. All the raspberry bushes are gone now, too, as well as the garage. How things change!

In the supermarket, when I'm in the fruit section, raspberries always come to mind. I'll pick up the half pint package, look at the price, gasp with horror, and then put it into my shopping cart anyway.

"Daddy would approve," I tell myself. It's probably because along with the luscious taste of that first berry, a lifetime of memories come flooding back.

Yup. Raspberries, to me, are among life's simple pleasures.

Today's Simple Pleasures Party is hosted by Dayle at This and That. Please go to http://alittleofthisandthat2.blogspot.com/ and read all about other peoples' ideas of what constitutes a simple pleasure! Thanks for hosting, Dayle.

18 comments:

Oh I love love love raspberries and blueberries too. Such wonderful memories of picking both those things from my childhood...yum yum. This summer I've bought them every single week on my grocery trips.

Susan,Oh, you have brought back so many memories of my childhood! My grandfather grew raspberries so he could have them on his breakfast cereal. Of course, we had some too! I always think of that when I see raspberries. Thanks!

Hi Susan, my oldest son loves raspberries, and we can't even buy them here except the frozen variety and I've never even bought them. My aunt has some bushes along her yard and this summer would pick them for the kids.

While with my mom and aunt in OH this summer, we drove to some of the old houses they grew up in. One was hidden away from the road and had a very long driveway but we went up it anyways. I am sure the folks who own the property now wandered what we were up to, taking pictures and all. No one came out even though we sat there for several minutes while my mom and aunt reminisced about their childhoods spent there.

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